When I started thinking about post yesterday, I had a completely different photo in mind. The first thing I thought of was this Photo Booth picture of me and Kristi after several too many hours spent procrastinating in a library study room:
But then I got the urge to go through the giant loose photo bin in the attic, and down the rabbit hole I fell. I know I’m kind of breaking the rules with today’s post, but I’m so in love with this photo I have to share it:
This is my mom holding me, from 1991. She looks so happy here. I’m not usually sentimental like this, but I can’t help it. The photo does something to me, I think it’s because when I look at it, I feel like little-me is staring back at present-me, trying to ask or tell me something. Maybe I’m just a narcissist.